BALI DAY 4 - SHOTS

 

 

Happy Birthday to me!!!

It was here in a second and then gone even faster, but yes, yes, I have now officially had my 23rd birthday and to say I had a great weekend would be an understatement.

Let's just say coastal town, no work phone (!!!), my gorgeous husband and my friends and family here and overseas showering me with birthday messages and cute photos.

Dan got me lots of little things, such as a Lumpy Space Princess figurine (heck yes!!!) and most amazingly got me massage vouchers which I can't WAIT to use! Best most thoughtful present ever. Since making our own birthday/anniversary cards is kind of a thing in our home, I of course got a hilarious one this year. Themed and all.


We ended up in Noosa Heads, which was great to see because I skipped it during my East Coast Tour in 2010. To be frank it's not for everybody as it is really small and quiet but the beaches and rain forest are spectacular and hey, you still find the odd pub and backpacker bar full of crazy, drunk people.

I will show you some photos tonight, as well as a more elaborate description of my weekend but let's just say we had a room that looked like fresh out of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" aka THE BEST MOVIE EVER MADE. Fake British accent and all.

Thinking back to the heated pools and super humid and hot weather and the sand between my toes, I am not even wasting a minute thinking about buying stuff other than food. I'm becoming less and less attached to things and more attached to places, memories and experiences. Don't get me wrong, I'm still feeling a pleasant twitch here and there when I see a quilted leather jacket (!) or a pair of studded boots (!!), but I keep reminding myself that that's not at all what life is about.


Now it's onto saving up for the next trip! We want to go back to Noosa, but still need to explore Mooloolaba and Byron and and and.
The next adventure is just outside our door step.

January 5th: Surprise

This is an optical illusion. Or maybe just a super adorable baby Dan had to hold, because he's OCD and wanted to
"have a go at holding the baby". His opinion: "they're cute but they're so weird looking". Good to see the father instinct still needs at least half a decade to develop.

To die for

One thing I noticed in Venice is that there are hardly any 'cheapy' shops around. It seems like Venetiens put the main focus on quality whhen out shopping. There are numerous stores for sunglasses and watches, also quite a few jewellers around. Most outstanding are the menswear shops, where service, knowledge and quality is presented like in the old days. And shoes.....the amount of shopwindows Dan had to peel my face off got out of control by the end of our city trip. My favourites are these boots.. Aren't they just beautiful???

I'm still here

Meine Kamera hab ich seit zwei Monaten nicht angefasst. Nein, das stimmt nicht. Einmal kurz, um die Ameisenplage im neuen Haus festzuhalten. Wieder nein, es war mehr eine Invasion. Was ist passiert? Ich bin umgezogen, arbeite gefuehlte 300 Stunden, schunde den gebeutelten Koerper im Gym ab, weil hier im Australischen Sommer alles ausser Stoff getragen wird, versuche, mir den Journalismus (wieder) schmackhaft zu machen (Hungerlohn fuer Knochenarbeit? No tha!) und aus Platzmangel meinen Schuhbestand zu verringern (not really...) Same old shit. Different day.

ABER DANN!?

Kennst du das Gefuehl - jedes Jahr am Schulbeginn, wenn man den Sommerferien nachheult und die Herbstferien wie Jahre entfernt scheinen, und man freut sich auf was bestimmtes??? Man hat doch immer irgendein Konzert, eine Fortgeherei oder wenigstens den scheiss Urfahrmarkt, auf den man sich freuen kann. Und dann zaehlt man herunter: noch 5 Tage bis Petsch Moser im Becks, noch 2 Wochen bis der Hoeller wieder aufsperrt. Etc, etc. Und es scheint, als waer die Vorfreude auf diese unwichtigen Ereignisse das einzige, was einem Treibstofff zum Durchhalten gibt. Und sobald das Event vorbeigegangen ist, hat man bereits wieder was Neues, worauf man sich freut. Das ist sozusagen ein 'Wochenteiler' im Alltag. Alltagsteiler. Alltagsertraeglichmacher. Da sagt man dann: Laessig, die Zeit is so schnoe vagaunga. I woas nu wie i gsogt hob: "Nu zwa wochen bis..." und jetz is schon wida November.. Und wenn du dich jetzt wunderst, warum ich diesen Paragraphen gerade geschrieben habe, oder worauf ich uebrhaupt hinaus will, dann ist meine Antwort: Vorfreude! Jeden Tag mehr. Milchschnitten-cravings. Kaiser. Leberkas. Mama und Papa. Passivrauch. Minusgrade. Familie. Freunde.Vaseline im Gefrierbeulen-Gesicht. Verrauchte Hoeller-Kueche. Verrauchtes Becks. Extrem wilde Heimbringer-Fahrten. Linz-Ziaga. Kulinarische Schmankerl. Konzerte. Schnee (!!!). Deutsch reden. Wilden Muehlviertler Dialekt. Und deshalb ist es auch ok, 45 Stunden zu arbeiten.(Yes, I do a lot! Pity me please!) Neben dem Studium. Und Haushalt. Und Frau. Weil dann ist 6 Wochen Part-ay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!